Sweet Tea

To sit with a sweet cup of tea
is to know that no matter what,
the tide can stop,
at least for a wee awhile.
I’ve been wandering the world
with blinkers on as a stranger,
caught up in my own
intense blur of activity,
when all along this earth knew me
from the inside out.
She formed my ancestors,
watched the seed of my life form,
and will mother my future
and my children’s future.
That’s when I realised,
nothing could harm me again.
Matter to dust,
dust to matter.
It’s a circle that means within me
is the history of all time.

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